Ode to the barbarian
Chest thumpers
proclaim their patriotism
Damn traitors from
the ramparts
Dissent is
squashed by the roadside
Law and conscience
forget their parts
Unaware he smiles
through coarse clothes
Peace or war
Our hero guffaws
at death
The soldier not
movie star
The polite society
loves to talk of him
But his presence
gives them fright
Don’t spoil our
fun
Just stay out of
sight
When bullets rain
death
Blasts make the
earth tremble
Blood runs cold
with war cries
Splendid mansions
turn shambles
Hear the panicked
yelp
O barbarian please
don’t leave
Save our soul our
honour please
Chic scared
breasts ebb and heave
Your warm scent is
comforting dear
The true son of
soil’s sweat of toil
Your earthy manner
brings us cheer
Banish the foe let
your might uncoil
We live in the Age
of the Hypocrite
Let others be
soiled why us
Enjoy life shun
the grind
Speak pretending
patriots thus
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